Test Drive

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★ Test Drive Meme


- Post with a character you might want to play here.
- Either use one of the prompts or you can make your own.
- Have fun.

★ Prompts

1) Arrival
[Before you knew it, the world you were in had gone dark. Why or even how wasn't exactly clear, but the moment you wake up, you find that you are not where you were before. Instead there appears to be a small village, but it's dark and the people appear to not be leaving there houses anytime soon. Why weren't they? Perhaps looking around might wield results.]

2) Monster Attack
[Just outside the village creatures appear to be wondering around. If you come too close they will attack. Sharp claws swinging towards whoever crosses there path. Avoid or counter?]

3) What the hell?!
[In the woods, if one were to wonder further enough they would come across a circle and a bunch of cloak people, kneeling down and bowing down toward the center. Whatever was going on it was certainly odd.]

4) Wildcard

Comments

[neversurrender]

[Steve approaches cautiously, keeping an eye on the other creatures who had backed off a few paces once they had seen his shield in action. He's still too far away and it's still too dark to clearly make out the other man, but he can make out his height and build clear enough. And his dark hair.

He's only a few feet away when the other man suddenly bolts and Steve is so surprised he stops in his tracks for a split second. But then he moves, scooping up his shield on the way, and taking off after him.]

Hey! It's dangerous out here. Where are you going?

[capgrasdelusion]

[ He wanted to tell Steve that it was none of his damn business where he was going or if what he was doing was safe or not, but he couldn't. Not just because he knew his voice would give him away, but because he wasn't sure he could manage to speak if he wanted to.

There was no real way to shake him without outing himself or putting Steve into further danger, either. He knew what Bucky's weapons looked like; even if he intentionally missed all it took was one look at the knife Steve had become intimately familiar with for his identity to be known.

Back in the recesses of his mind, he couldn't process why he was running. Steve Rogers was the only man left alive that cared about him. The only one that believed he wasn't everything HYDRA tried to make him be, that wouldn't give up fighting for him even if it took him to the grave. Even if Steve didn't know it was him that he was chasing, he knew that if he did have that knowledge the fact would only make him run faster.

But... the Bucky he remembered wasn't a coldblooded killer. How could a man who had become a monster face the one person who had known him at his best?

He couldn't stop running. He couldn't. ]

[neversurrender]

[This guy is either insane or has a death wish to be running around out here where the monsters lurk and search for their prey. Steve is certain he's able to handle himself out here, but that doesn't mean he wants to unless absolutely necessary.

But this is what he would necessary. Whatever it is this guy is trying to achieve, Steve isn't going to just sit back and watch him get himself killed.

He could only run for so long, but Steve would rather stop him sooner rather than later. Preferably before they get much further from the village. Time for a drastic measure.

The shield in his hand is like an extension of his arm as he winds it back and throws it forward, aiming for the man's legs. Not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to trip the guy or throw him off balance, giving Steve the chance to catch up.]

[capgrasdelusion]

[ He should have known that was coming.

Bucky heard the distinct sound of the shield cutting through the air before it hit him. In a thoughtless reactionary move he turned, his face visible for a fraction of a second before his hair obscured it. He tried in vain to veer to the side, but he was too late. The sheer force of the object hit right on target and he fell hard to the damp forest floor.

He swore sharply in a foreign tongue, fingernails clawing at the dirt in an attempt to gain enough traction to stand again. He knew, though. He knew he couldn't escape this time, and it petrified him. In one last desperate attempt, he managed to bring himself to his knees, his muddied hand held out as if begging Steve to keep away. ]

Please.... don't.

[ Don't come closer. Don't look at me. Don't... don't let me hurt you again. ]